I Know Your Dirty Secret

I ran the message on the internet but I didn't really expect to get a reply. I just did it because I was bored and horny and it was a favorite fantasy of mine that I never thought I would be able to act out.

"You are a pretty, attractive, and successful woman and you don't think anyone else knows, but I do. I will spank you just the way your Daddy did if you take off all of your clothes, get on your knees before me, and beg me... just right. You know what I mean. Better text me soon because I don't have forever, you little bitch."

Who knew? Before long I had a mailbox full of responses.

Which one do I answer first? I answered the one that had a picture of a very attractive and sexy middle aged woman dressed in a black power suit. The caption next to the picture said "It's me, Daddy. Don't you remember me?"

I told her to get her useless little ass over to my house after work the next day and maybe, just maybe, I would remember her.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I answered the knock on the door. She was amazing.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Daddy" she said not daring to look up into my face. "Please don't punish me."

I took my cue from her... gladly. "Get in here you stupid, useless little tart. And take those clothes off... NOW!"

My eyes almost popped out of my head as I watched this gorgeous middle aged woman with a knock out body start to strip right there in my living room. First she took of her dark pin striped jacket. Then she reached down and pulled off her pin striped skirt. Then she stopped and modestly crossed her arms over her breasts even though she still had on a very expensive white blouse.

"I didn't mean to do it, Daddy." she said in a little girl voice.

I had to tear my mind away from the sight of her perfect ass covered only by a slim pair of white panties. "DON'T YOU DARE ARGUE WITH YOUR FATHER, GIRL. NOW STRIP... OR SO HELP ME..."

For a moment I was afraid that I had not played it right. Although I was supposed to be in charge I knew that she was the one really running this show. The woman always run the show, doesn't she?

But my worries were alleviated when she reached up and started to unbutton her blouse. I must have passed the test. I was very relieved. If this went well there might be others. I needed to stay sharp and mind her cues.

When she pulled off her blouse and dropped it to the floor beside her I was dazzled by her beauty. Not only did she have the perfect ass but she had a pair of beauties covered now by only a lacy bra that any guy would have given his right nut to see in person. Oh, sure, she wasn't an 18 year old teenager any more but somehow her maturity added a certain 'depth' to her sexuality. And when she reached around behind her and started to unsnap her bra to free those beauties my cock got so hard it hurt.

As she dropped her bra to the floor and I was allowed to behold the magnificence of her tits a small voice in the back of my mind reminded me that I had a roll to play here and that if I didn't do it just right that the show could end at any moment.

"HURRY UP, YOU TRAMP" I bellowed in my deepest most authoritarian voice, "TAKE OFF THOSE PANTIES AND GET OVER HERE ON YOUR KNEES."

I had to force myself to concentrate on the roll I was supposed to be playing as I saw her tug down her panties and reveal her oh so perfect butt cheeks and her just right hairy little beaver. I could feel the precum wetting my underwear at this point. And when she knelt before me and I looked down at her perfect cleavage I almost lost my ability to think, speak, see, hear, or breathe.

I wanted to be loud at this point but all I could do was croak out "You know what to do. Get busy you little whore."

How I kept from cumming over the next few minutes I will never know because what happened next was the most erotic thing I had ever seen... ever. This gorgeous brunette kneeling before me reached up and started to undo my belt. Then she undid the snap of my pants. And then she pulled down my zipper and lowered my pants to my ankles.

My cock was completely hard at this point and the tent it created in my shorts made me proud. Then, without any more ceremony, she pulled down my underwear to my ankles and reached up to take my bobbing dick in her hand.

My God, when she opened her pretty mouth and put her beautiful red lipsticked lips over the head of my cock I could have died of pleasure right then and there.

As she started to give me a blow job the feeling was beyond describing. But again something in the back of my mind reminded me that I was supposed to be playing a role here so I had to fight as hard as I could to remember what I was supposed to do.

"Is that the best you can do you little whore?" I heard myself say, incredulous at my own words because it wasn't possible to get a better blow job than I was getting at that moment. But somehow... miraculously... the rational part of my brain was still working.

She pulled her mouth off of my cock and looked up at me with tears in her eyes. I must have been staring slack jawed as I watched the genuine emotions play across the face of this incredibly beautiful woman as she said "It's just that I haven't seen you in so long, Daddy. Oh, how I have missed you. I guess I have forgotten how to please you, Daddy. Can you forgive me?"

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

"BULLSHIT. YOU ALWAYS WERE A WORTHLESS LITTLE CUNT. COME HERE" I screamed at her as I dragged her by the hair over to the couch.

To this day I have no idea how I maintained my poise throughout this "passion play". Hell, I should have gotten an Oscar.

I pulled her by her hair over to the couch where I sat down and told her to get over my knee. And she did.

My cock was poking her in her stomach as I reached between the seat cushions and took out the paddle that I had hidden there just in case I didn't screw things up and my fantasy actually came true.

"NO, DADDY... PLEASE DADDY... I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL, DADDY... I'LL SUCK YOUR COCK BETTER DADDY. I'LL TRY HARDER DADDY... I'M SORRY DADDY... PLEASE DON'T SPANK ME DADDY"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT BUT YOU NEVER DO. YOU ARE USELESS... WHACK!... USELESS... WHACK!... USELESS... WHACK!

I spanked the crap out of her. I knew it was what I was supposed to do, and although I would have much rather been fucking that perfect ass before me, I knew that the only reason that perfect ass was even in my house was because I had promised to spank it... to beat it red.

So I beat the crap out of her with the paddle and I listened to her scream. She screamed like Hell. She screamed so loud I thought the neighbors might hear. She screamed so loud that I knew that the screaming was all part of her fantasy. And even though I knew I was definitely hurting her with the paddle she screamed so loud that I knew there was something else in her screams. Screaming and crying was part of the appeal for her because shortly she started to beg me to stop even though I could tell she didn't mean it. She started begging me and pleading with me to stop but I kept on going. I knew she wasn't done yet.

That was when I noticed the moisture on my knee. She was creaming. She was so far into this crazy stuff that she was oozing all over my leg. Even as she blubbered and begged me to stop hurting her and to love her she was getting wetter and wetter. And then, as she pleaded and begged I noticed that she had started to spread her legs apart... further and further.

Incredibly I knew then, when she had spread her legs as far apart as she could and was now humping my leg, what I was supposed to do. I couldn't believe that this was what she wanted but by now I was so tuned to her subliminal thoughts that I had no doubt what was supposed to happen next.

I threw down the paddle and pushed her off of my lap. She lay on the floor crying and clutching her very reddened butt. I got up and reached down to grab her by the hair again and I pulled her to a kneeling position, which made her scream in pain and terror even louder. I knew I was hurting her but I then threw her forward so that she was kneeling before the couch and bending over at the waist with her face buried in the middle cushion. Then I pulled her arms away from her throbbing bottom and made her put her arms out to each side. After that I knelt behind her and pushed her legs apart.

"NO... NO... NO... DADDY. PLEASE DON'T FUCK ME DADDY. PLEASE DON'T FUCK ME. I PROMISE I WILL BE A BETTER COCK SUCKER FROM NOW ON. JUST PLEASE DON'T FUCK ME, DADDY."

As I moved my hips forward and my cock began to enter her she was so wet that I knew that this was exactly what she wanted. I had never seen a pussy so wet. Her pubic hair was actually dripping onto the side of the couch cushion as though she had peed recently. And the feel of my cock going into such a seething hot tunnel of lust was so incredible that I fully expected to keep jacking off to the memory of her desperately clutching pussy for the rest of my life.

I fucked her with a fury that I never knew I had. The sight of this gorgeous woman submissively kneeling before me with her arms willingly splayed out to her sides inflamed my desire to heights I had never experienced before. Somehow I had been transformed. I was her Daddy. I was the man who had taken her virginity. I was the man who had taught her the true meaning of lust. Or was it just her fantasy that I was acting out? Whatever, I fucked the shit out of her.

I just kept slamming against her pretty little butt from behind; shoving my cock as far up inside of her pussy as I possibly could over and over and over again as she cried, begged, and came over and over and over again. She must have cum five times. Her sexual appetites must have been so pent up that when she read my message on the internet she probably got wet and masturbated herself to sleep that night. I wondered briefly if she was married. If so had she ever told her husband about these memories/fantasies of hers?

Why didn't I cum? I cannot explain that. Somehow I liked this woman and wanted to satisfy her so much that I was able to hold back. I never would have believed that it was possible to endure such silky hot lust and not ejaculate all over inside of her clutching pussy but I am so glad that I didn't cum because if I had then I might not have had the stamina for what happened next.

Just when I thought that things couldn't possibly get any hotter or that she could possibly want to keep going; just as she was starting to quiet down and I thought that she had climaxed herself out, she slumped her head down on the couch and said something in so low a voice that I wasn't sure I had heard her correctly. But then she repeated it in a slow, quiet, methodical, and almost broken raspy sounding voice.

"No, Daddy... please not there, Daddy. No, Daddy... please not there... Please don't sodomize me, Daddy... Please don't fuck me in the ass, Daddy. It hurts, Daddy... It hurts so much, Daddy... it hurts when you fuck me in the ass, Daddy."

I actually didn't want to. I felt sorry for her... for the young lady that had been her...... that might be her... or those feelings of low self-esteem that lived inside of her. But I had signed on to this passion play and I knew that I had to see it through.

So I fucked her in the ass.

She was tight; genuinely tight. And since I am fairly well hung I knew it had to hurt. She was so tight that I was pretty sure that anal sex wasn't a regular part of her sex life, and it made me wonder if she really had been sodomized by her father when she was young.

Yes, she was tight. But I had a duty to perform so I did my duty and... I did her booty.

But as I continued to fuck her in the ass she eventually got very quiet and only grunted softly whenever I thrust my cock all the way inside of her.

"Let this be a lesson to you, young lady," I said, still trying to play my part but not quite sure where to go from here. "This is what happens to worthless little piggies like you."

That did it. That seemed to energize her like an electric shock. She came then. I could feel her orgasm squeezing my cock. I had hit the mother lode. I had intuited the verbal abuse that she needed to hear and she was having an orgasm while being fucked up the ass.

"Yes... yes... yes... yes... Daddy" she said between her orgasmic contractions. "Fuck your little piggy. Fuck her good. Treat her like the little piggy whore she is."

That did it for me. I wanted to go on but enough is enough. No human male could have held back at that point.

I thrust one more time with all of my might, burying my cock up her beautiful ass as far as I could go until the tight ring of her anal entrance was squeezing my cock so hard that it hurt; and with a series of short quick staccato lunges I filled her bowels with my cum.

After that I pulled my cock out, slumped down on the floor and leaned back against the couch gasping for breath.

I didn't know what to say or do at that point. Was the play over? I sure hoped so. Beside me the woman remained in her kneeling position with her face buried in the cushion, with her arms still stretched out to the sides, and with my cum forming a long white lazy river through her pubic hair and down her leg as it slowly leaked from her now shrunken anus. And she was softly sobbing.

What was I supposed to do? As I listened to her sob and cry next to me I just leaned my head back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. Had her father really...? Was it just a fantasy? Had her father left her? Where did those feelings of hers come from?

All I knew was that I was physically, emotionally, and sexually spent.

After a few minutes, when I got up to go pee, I could hear her shuffling around behind me in the living room. After I flushed and came back she was almost dressed and was buttoning up her blouse. She didn't look at me. She only stared down at the floor in shame and embarrassment as she sniffled.

Then, when she was done dressing and was ready to leave, she reached into her purse and pulled out what turned out to be several one hundred dollar bills and put them on my coffee table.

"Thank, you." she said softly, still not looking up at me. Then she turned around and walked out the front door.

I hadn't planned on charging her anything. I am not a gigolo, just a pervert. Hell, I should have paid her. That was the best sex I ever had. But I couldn't help feeling sorry for her. How much had been her fantasy and how much had been her memory? Would she text me again? Would this become a regular thing? What about all of the other women sending me texts and clamoring to see me? What kind of a Pandora's box had I opened here?

It's a well known fact that sometimes men cheat because they have fantasies that they don't want their wives to know about or are afraid to tell them about. What about women? Do they have fantasies of their own? Are they afraid to tell their husbands or lovers about those fantasies for fear of being thought of as whores? How many women who are sucking on their man's cock secretly wish that there was another man in the room fucking her from behind, or worse still, several other men in the room waiting for their turns? And now that women are making more money will they be using their income to satisfy their forbidden urges just as men have been doing since time immemorial?

I got up and put the bills in my wallet. After all, I needed a new fender for my restored '57 Chevy.